To New Orleans and Back

So many people that I love, love this city. So I had to go and see what the fuss was all about.

To New Orleans:

I fear I might’ve killed a opossum, but to prevent weeks of depression I’ve convinced myself that she/he was either a) already dead, or b) that she/he is still thriving with said opossum family.

I burped the best burp of my life and I’m really sad that no one was there to hear it.

There was a time I was two hours away from a Starbucks. I’m far from a city girl but I was unprepared for the lack of access to late night caffeine.

I drove through multiple thunderstorms, and what I still can’t decide was either the biggest glow of lightning I’ve ever seen, or some type of nuclear test site that I’ve discovered in Nowhere Mississippi.

And Back: 

I talked to more family and friends during this 6 hour drive than I have in the past 6 days.

I replayed my weekend just to make sure it really happened.

Spanish Moss
The cutest buildings I ever did see
Fake laughs and real friends

..and more food than I could really ever dream of posting.

While sitting through 2 wrecks, all I could think about was how magical NOLA really is. And after all of my friends raved about their city all summer, my expectations were stout! Everyone from our airboat driver to my friend’s roomate welcomed me like I was a member of their family. It was seriously the best weekend I’ve had in such a long time.

I’ll be back soon, NOLA (maybe forever)!

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